Friday, October 16, 2009

holy smeg!

You've gotta hand it to couch potatoes: they know their limits. They're not going to break their leg hiking in the badlands of South Dakota and have to saw their own paw off with a Leatherman to get to help. They won't die in Class IV rapids when their canoe goes all tippy. They won't be borne aloft by a ski kite in a blizzard on a mountainside in Algiers.

Here's to Fritos and bean dip. Here's to not fighting gravity. Here's to never having this happen to you: